The Irish Farmer’s Diet

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!  May you have a little luck of the Irish, and get lucky, tonight.

In year’s past, right about this time of day, I’d be getting a call from Ol’ Patty — my full-blooded, Irish mama.   She would undoubtedly go on a profanity-laced tirade, yell at me about something, and then proceed to tell me how St Patrick’s Day is, and always will be, the greatest day of the year.  She’d also tell me what restaurant I was to take her to that upcoming weekend for steak and booze to celebrate.

But unfortunately, she ain’t around no more.  So I decided to do a post in honor of one of her wishes instead. She used to ask, “when are you going to talk about your better side’s diet — your Irish side’s diet.  You always just talk about that dumb Japanese diet”  Yes, she was slightly racist, even against her own children.  What can you say? She was one of a kind, and I loved her.

Here’s a video that talks about the benefits of my mama’s “Irish Farmer’s” diet, and how you can use that and other healthy cultural diet templates, to simplify the food choice process. I lean more towards carb-based diets for anaerobic athletes and those who strength train on a regular basis, so the ol’ meat and potatoes fits in perfect.  Thank my mama for being in my ear all the time about this one:


I learned a few other things from my mom.  I could go on forever, but here are the three most important ones:

1. The only thing you can really be good at is being yourself.

2. You just can’t give a shit about what other people think of you.

3. Do your own thing, and let the chips fall where they may.  It will work out somehow.

Now those are great pearls for personal happiness, but maybe not the best for traditional success.  I’m following them either way. I want to enjoy this ride. You do what you gotta do based on what you want to get out of life.

I’ve been seeing a bunch of Irish quotes all day, but none of those have hit home.  I had to remember some real gems today, some Ol’Patty classics:

“If everyone, including you, told me I needed to stop smoking 2-packs of cigarettes a day and drinking wine at noon, would I?  No. Fuck off Nathaniel Jude.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“I’m going outside to smoke.”

“Another chardonnay please.”

“You can do whatever you want.  You can cry, get mad, feel sorry for yourself, wish it were different. Just don’t fucking complain.”

“What the hell kind of restaurant doesn’t have chocolate? I”m outta here.”

“Kids these days are awful. Just awful.”

But when it really mattered most,

“I love you son. And give Kalai a hug for me.”

I will mom. And what the hell you crazy lady, I’m going to give you one too.

Nate & Mom

I’ll catch you on the other side.